02 | Crypt's Legion
Hours passed but no one showed up. There was a small window with bars, high up on one of the walls, it was already dark outside and the dungeon was pitch dark with just glittering rays of moonlight pervading through that small hole.
Luna had always had a fear of the dark. Her mother always used to say “Try closing your eyes and remember the best memory you have of us.”
The best memory? All the memories that she had were with her. It had always been just her and her mother. After her father died, not that she ever saw him, her mother had her and she had her mother.
Every passing moment that she was seated there, her mother’s life could have been in jeopardy but then she was locked in a dungeon unsure of whether she, herself was safe or not.
Whenever she closed her eyes all she could remember were the faces of the people who chased them. She found herself stuck in the dilemma of not knowing how the color of her mother’s hair and eyes changed.
The more she thought about it, the more her brain protested with the throbbing pain.
′To figure something out, one needs to know the details and all my mother has filled me in with are, ‘Blazemen hounds, Celestria raven’ and ‘Stay away from vampires.’
I have seen things like this happening in movies but now my life seems to have become one.
‘Were those men vampires?’ ′
Her eyelids finally started to feel heavy and she began dozing off leaning onto the rusty bars hoping to dream of the good days. But hope as vague as that couldn’t have been answered soon.
Luna’s eyes fluttered open when the creaking of the main door to the dungeon reached her ear. Quickly getting up, she stepped away from the gate.
A man with heavy armor and a sword to his left entered holding a plate and a torch, whose flames lit the darkest corners of the dungeon, he came towards her cell.
“Here!” He slid the plate into the cellar.
He had a huge muscular structure with small scars running all over his face and a bushy beard. His emerald eyes were busy scrutinizing Luna’s appearance.
“Who are you and where am I?” She asked the man, standing stiff to her position.
Two other men who wore armor just as the man entered and bowed to him. Luna stood still and observed them as they went into the other cell. ′That woman...′ The ground beneath her feet shook tremendously as they turned the woman.
The woman looked like a corpse with her eyes covered in dark shadows and her skeletons peeking out through her skin but the only difference was that she was still moving her eyelids and her chest heaved which meant she was breathing as well.
Luna was unaware of her state and moreover devastated at the view of the woman that the guards had carried out with them.
“What will they do to her?” She whispered under her breath which was immediately caught by the man standing by the bars.
He looked towards the gate and then at her, “Why? Do you want to see? Don’t worry, darlin’. Everything at the right time. If you do not answer his Majesty’s questions honestly, that is what will happen to you.” Luna’s heart stopped at the dreadful comment, “You traveled through an unknown portal that our gatekeepers could barely sense. How did you do that?” He asked, narrowing his brows and running his hand through his dark, long wavy hair.
‘Wait! Unknown portal?’
“What are you talking about? What portal? Where am I?” Luna could feel a knot of fear and nervousness form by the pit of her stomach.
“You don’t know, do you?” Luna shook my head in denial. Putting on a grin he continued, “Well, that could be a problem. You have entered the wrong territory in that case, lady. Our king won’t spare you until he gets the answers he desires.”
Everything that was happening with her was leaving her in a state of skepticism. Things were just like a part of a large jigsaw puzzle with hundreds of missing pieces, but in her case there were none.
“Lady, if I were you, I’d either have come up with a story or kill myself.” He said before turning his back to her. His appearance was making the air heavier than it already was and made it difficult to breathe.
“Wait. Just tell me where I am?”
“You are in Crypt’s Legion... at King Lothaire Crypt’s territory.” smirking at her, he stormed out of the room.
Three days had passed. Luna had been kept as a prisoner with no change of clothes and an open toilet. She had started to feel dirty inside out.
Her entire body had been hurting due to the cuts and bruises, a cause of the hideous situation she was in but what hurt most were her heart and lungs, lungs because it was suffocating and heart because she had no knowledge of her mother’s whereabouts. She had begun to feel abandoned and confused which she already was.
The man she had encountered on the very first day hadn’t come back since then. Other people showed up, a different person each time, but they refused to talk back, not even a single word and above all, they pretended as if she were non-existent.
Her mind kept pondering upon her mother’s words ‘Survive!’ And that of the man’s ′... Or kill myself.′ There was no way of escaping and neither did she know what lied beyond the gates of the dungeon.
She was cowered at one corner of her personal penitentiary as she thought it to be, unaware of her crimes when she heard the door to the dungeon bang open, followed by a few men in armor walking in.
They wore heavy armor like the man from before, and though their appearances were rather ordinary, it didn’t make them any less scary.
Without any further delay, one of the men pulled her up on her feet. “What the hell? Let me go.”
Luna tried to fight off of his grip, throwing her arms and legs in the air when another man gripped the other arm and then both of them dragged her out of the dungeon while the other men followed. She was floating in the direction they were taking her.
“Where are you taking me?” She asked them grunting as they carry her through a long corridor.
The walls of the corridor had the darkest shade of red and on the walls hung, huge paintings and portraits parallelly. The portraits seemed that of the kings and queens. By the walls hung huge toches to permeate the dark castle which had been barely helping.
She couldn’t see the portraits properly since the guards were hovering through the corridor. She couldn’t stay calm, she was being carried by those six-footers she didn’t know where, and they looked more frightened than she was. They let her go in front of a huge wooden door with golden shiny knobs on it.
′Wait! is that-′ her thoughts were cut off when the door opened revealing a huge room with pillars covering the sides of the room. At the center of one of the walls, opposite the door, was a huge chair, bejeweled with the touch of gold.
A lot of people had gathered in the room. They were whispering among themselves as soon as they saw her.
The man from the cellar walked into the room as well and eyed her just like every face in that room was.
“Why am I brought here?” She asked, her voice was trembling with fear. ′Are they going to kill me?′ Luna started praying when they forced her to kneel to the ground.
“Lady! Just because we had a conversation once doesn’t mean you’re allowed to talk to me.” The man from the cellar growled, moving aside allowing a brawny figure in clothes almost hidden under his overly large cloak to enter with two armored men by his side.
Suddenly the entire room fell silent. Not even a faint whisper could be heard.
Luna couldn’t help but stare at his immense muscularity yet undeniable beauty. With sharp features, chiseled nose, broad shoulders and his long wavy hair darker than coal, he was miraculously admirable. Without even glancing at her, he got up to the throne and took his seat while resting his hands over the red armrest cushions. ′So he is the king? Lothaire?′
The demeanor of the man was feral and he kept giving minacious glances towards the crowd.
Luna felt her heart stop and when she looked around to the people that had gathered there, she saw their palms fisted and sweating and heads bowed at him, and they felt his hefty presence too.
‘No wonder he is the king.’
Describing a good looking man is so stressful as well as a castle. I suck at these. Haha!
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